Ah, the world is so much more to me
than some strange combining of elements.
It is an array of faces and footsteps,
all glamoured over with the colors of fate.
Some faces are stained with the pigment
that indicates friendship and love.
Others are darkened by greed and hate.
Those that survive are given brighter hues
than those that relinquish their desires,
Living lives not worth continuing.
For who could be beautiful in life
if their dreams they gave up?